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Caught in the act of plesure or sin ( from the novel I am a Dirty Immigrant)

I believe I got ahead of myself here. Prior to getting married,The Coal Miner’s Daughter and I needed some alone time. That college was so small there were people everywhere we went. It did not help with me being a seven foot tall ball player. We decided to go to the baseball field. We heard that the place was really private. We drove up there and parked in the dirt parking lot. Cars went by on the interstate; the street lights lit up the hills on the other side of the four lanes. After the windows were unfogged and total relaxation set in, in the darkness I heard her say, “Shit I have to piss.” Before I could respond, I heard the car door open and a cold burst of air rushed through the car causing majour shrinkage of nipples and other parts of the anatomy. Then I heard the trickle of liquid hitting the dirt. We thought that nobody saw her until we got called to the administration office. I tell you what: nothing is funnier than getting chastised by a blue-haired church lady with glasses hanging precariously off the tip of her nose, her face turning red as she tries to find the right words for what we were doing at the baseball field. Truth be told, she was more upset that I was black and she was white. That was the last straw for us. It was not long before we got married and kicked out of that place.

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By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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